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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.