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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.