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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.