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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.