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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.