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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.