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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.