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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.