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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.