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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.