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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.