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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Smog,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.