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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.