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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.