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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.