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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.