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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.