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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.