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 Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Evens,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.