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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.