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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.