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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.