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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Franke,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.