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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.