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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.