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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.