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 China and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.