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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.