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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.