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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.