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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.