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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.