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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.