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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.