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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.