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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Ossler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.