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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.