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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.