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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.