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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.