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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.