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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.