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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.