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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.