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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.