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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.