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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.