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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.