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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Names,
CMW,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.