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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.