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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.