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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Victims,
cv313,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Smog,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.