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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.