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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.