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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.