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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.