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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fall to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.