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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.