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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.