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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.