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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Susan Cadogan 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.