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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.