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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.