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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.