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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.