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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.