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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
cv313,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.