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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.