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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.