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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.