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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.