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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.