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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Television,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Can,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.