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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.