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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.