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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.