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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.