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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.