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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.