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 the UAE 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.