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 Hungary and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.