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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
ABC,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.