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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.