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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.