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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.