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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.