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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.