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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.