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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Can,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.