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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Rakim,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.