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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.