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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
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.