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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.