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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.