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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.