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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.