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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.