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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.