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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.