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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.