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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Monks,
10cc,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.