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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.