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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.