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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.