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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.