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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.