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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Nas,
Monks,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.