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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
John Holt,
PIL,
Television,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Wings,
CMW,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.