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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
New Order,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.