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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Can,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.