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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Fall,
Ossler,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.