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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Crime,
Gong,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.