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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
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.