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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Can,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.