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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.