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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Standells,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.