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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Faust,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.