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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
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The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.