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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.