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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Doors to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.