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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.