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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.