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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.