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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.