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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.