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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.