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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
the Association,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
JFA,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.