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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Television,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.