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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.