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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Faust,
Mars,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.