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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.