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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.