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 Gambia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.