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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
New Order,
PIL,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.