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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.