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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.