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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.