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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.