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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.