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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.