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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.