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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.