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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.