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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.