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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Faust,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.