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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 guitar and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.