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 Uzbekistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.