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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.