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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.