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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.