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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
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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.