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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.