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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lucky Dragons 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.