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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
The Move,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.