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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.