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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.