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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.