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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.