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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.