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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.