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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.