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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.