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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.