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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.