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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Q65,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.