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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.