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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
the Slits,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.