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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.