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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.