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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.