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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.