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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.