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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Index,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Crime,
Scientists,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.