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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.