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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.