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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.