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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.