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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.