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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.