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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.