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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.