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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.