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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.