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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.