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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.