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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Mars,
Zapp,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.