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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.