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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.