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 Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.