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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.