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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.