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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.