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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.