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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.