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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.