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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.