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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.