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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.