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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.