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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
the Association,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.