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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.