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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.