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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.