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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.