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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
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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.