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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.