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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.