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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.