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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.