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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.