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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.