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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.