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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
UT,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.