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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.