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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.