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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
ABC,
MC5,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.