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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.