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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.