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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.