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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Hoover,
Index,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.