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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Wings,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.