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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Television,
Mars,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Index,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.