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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.