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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.