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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.