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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Interpol,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.