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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.