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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.