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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Zapp,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.