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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.