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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.