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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.