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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
CMW,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.