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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The Evens,
Darondo,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.