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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.