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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.