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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.