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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.