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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.