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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.