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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.