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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.