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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.