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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Saints,
ABC,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.