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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.