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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.