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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.