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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.