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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.