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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.