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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.