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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.