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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.