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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.