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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.