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 Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.