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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.