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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.