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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.