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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.