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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Television,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.