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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.