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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.