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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.