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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.