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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Brick,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.