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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Slave,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.