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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.