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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
CMW,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.