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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
AZ,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.