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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.