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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.