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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.