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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.