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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.