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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Scientists,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.