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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.