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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Nas,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Q65,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.