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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.