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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.