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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.