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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.