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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.