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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.