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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.