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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.