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 Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.