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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Archie Shepp 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.