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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Franke,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.