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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Trojans,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.