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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.