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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.