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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.