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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.