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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.