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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.