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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.