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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.