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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.