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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Scion,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.