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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.