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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.