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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.