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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Scion,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.