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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Remains,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.