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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.