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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.