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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.