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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.