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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.