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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
X-101,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.