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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.