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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Moebius,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.