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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.