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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.