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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.