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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.