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 Iceland and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.