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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
X-101,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.