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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.