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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.