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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.