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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.