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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
ABC,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.