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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.