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 Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Names,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.