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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.