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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.