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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
ABC,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.