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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.