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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.