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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.