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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.