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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.