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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Television,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.