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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
cv313,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.