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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.