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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Wings,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.