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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.