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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.