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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Visage to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Move,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.