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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.