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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
X-101,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.