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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.