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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.