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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.