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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.