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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Can,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.