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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.