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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.