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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.