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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.