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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.