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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Aswad,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.