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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.