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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Names,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.