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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.