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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.