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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
the Normal,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.