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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.