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 Antigua and from New York.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.