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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.