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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.