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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.