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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.