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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.