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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.