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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Cameo,
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