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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.