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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.