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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.