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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.