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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.