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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.