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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.