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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Magma,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.