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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.