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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.