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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
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.