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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.