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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.