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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.