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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.