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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.