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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.