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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.