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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Index,
the Association,
Pylon,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.