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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.