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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.