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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.