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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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 Moleskins,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.