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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.