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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Swans,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.