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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.