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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.