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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
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.