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 Kosovo 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Brick,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.