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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Red Krayola 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Q65,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.