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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.