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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.