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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.