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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.