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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.