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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.