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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.