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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.