Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.