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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Japan,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.