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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.