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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.