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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.