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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.