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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.