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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.