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 Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.