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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.