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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.