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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.