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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.