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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.