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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.