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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
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.