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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.