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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
MC5,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Rekid,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.