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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.