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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.