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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.