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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.