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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.