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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.