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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.