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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.