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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.