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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.