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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.