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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
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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.