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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 snare 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Franke,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.