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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bananas to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
X-101,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.