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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.