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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Make Up,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.