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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.