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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Harry Pussy 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.