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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.