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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Slave,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.