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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.