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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Smog,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Can,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.