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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.