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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.