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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.