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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.