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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Human League,
AZ,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.