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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.