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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.