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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.