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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.