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 Togo and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.