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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.