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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.