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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.