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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.