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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.