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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.