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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Audionom 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.