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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.