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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Pole,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.