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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.