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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.