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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.