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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.