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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.