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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.