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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.