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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
10cc,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.