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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.