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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.