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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.