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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.