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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.