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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.