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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.