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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.