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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 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 The Techniques 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Can,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
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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.