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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.