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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Television,
the Human League,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.