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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
cv313,
John Holt,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.