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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Slave,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.