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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Mars,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Index,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.