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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.