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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.