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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.