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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.