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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.