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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Japan,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.