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 Germany 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Brick,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.