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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.