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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.