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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.