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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.