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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.