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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.