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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.