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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Television,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.