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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.