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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 808 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.