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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.