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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.