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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.