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 New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.