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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.