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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.