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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.