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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins 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 grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.